Utah with the Family: SLC Farmers’ Market and Wheeler Farm

Well, since our time in Utah is rapidly coming to a close, maybe it’s time to talk a little bit about what we’ve done since we’ve been here. OK, besides that. Logan’s parents came to visit us back in mid-October, and we drove down into Salt Lake City with them for a bit of autumnal…

Sick pickle

Poor babaloo. We managed to make it ALMOST to a year without babygirl being sick once, but somehow in the last six weeks she’s been sick almost constantly. First one cold, then another, then a stomach bug (possibly the norovirus that I hear is everywhere this winter) and now ANOTHER cold that managed to turn…

Life is for the living

Well. I’m feeling a need for this outlet again! And it’s because life has bloomed and exploded and grown in ways that have been, at times, hard to synthesize. Or maybe it’s because I got an email that my domain here would expire unless I paid $26, and I don’t want to feel like that…

Obsessive

I’m an obsessive. But a flighty one. Obviously. For a while, I was completely involved in this blog. Playing with the format, figuring out the name, deciding what I wanted to post about, et cetera. After that, I spent a good bit of time futzing around with genealogy. Logan and I did the spit-tests for…

Keeping Happy on National Furminator Day

Things have been down here lately, so I made up a holiday! Here at Cooptown, we celebrated National Furminator Day by… furminating the cats. Surprise! This is Fatty’s contribution to the festivities, after I’d gathered it all up into a ball. I was allergic to cats as a child, but thankfully grew out of it….

Beating up on the DMV

Why is renewing a drivers’ license at the DMV such a stereotypically bad experience? This is even true at the the Travis County DMV, with its new technological innovation that allows you to reserve your place in line ahead of time. It’ll send you text messages updating you on your progress. But the DMV itself…

The night is an evil, sexy bitch

I know exactly where I went wrong. It’s the same place I always go off the rails. I come home, tipsy after an evening of visiting and chatting and drinking and eating with good friends, and I decide to hop on the computer while drinking a glass of water or two. You know, to metabolize…